Life is a highway. And sometimes a parking lot.

So I finally arrived in New Mexico at three in the morning Tuesday night. What started off as the Best Road Trip Ever turned into a Hippie Nightmare and there were times I genuinely thought I would not make it through the wilderness. My acquaintance that I'd lined up a ride with told me there was a surprise, but even in my magical world of abundance did I imagine this ride would be a giant double decker tour bus with a kitchen, a patio on the second story, and the most comfortable fold-out couches ever created. But those were our wheels and Day One I was living large.

Day one included a constant stream of delicious food from the kitchen and watching sunsets from the outdoor patio:

And then the next day, somewhere between Flagstaff and the New Mexico border, the bus died. And the last thing you want to have happen in the middle of the summer Arizona heat is have your vehicle die.

So after a day of baller-like glamour, I spent Day Two sweltering in the Petrified Forest National Park parking lot. Sweaty and sticky and not having showered since the trip began, I tried to recreate a shower in the Visitors' Center sink, while overweight ladies from the midwest came in and out and quietly judged my half naked skinny ass, dying as much from the heat as internet withdrawal. All in all, I think I got to spend quality time with that parking lot from approximately 1:30 in the afternoon until almost 9pm.

Not sure exactly why I wanted to commemorate the experience, but dehydration and captivity do weird things to you.

But there were truly wonderful moments. Like when we were exploring and found the Complete Douche Set.

If only it had been the Complete Douche Set of the Soul.

I'm still a little traumatized.